Nuwa, the goddess of immortality, said that cultivating immortality does not require spiritual energ

"Little Lele, let's shape the clay first. Come on, follow me."

After sitting down, Nuwa began to guide Qin Le in shaping clay. Qin Le followed Nuwa's example, imitating her movements, and slowly sculpted a rough human figure.

only……

"How come your clay is so ugly?" Nuwa examined the clay figure in Qin Le's hand, her tone filled with undisguised disdain.

Both of them had only sculpted the general outline and had not yet sculpted the details.

Nuwa's clay figure already possessed a remarkable spirit, while Qin Le's sculpted figure... could only be barely discerned as human.

"Well... I've never pinched it before," Qin Le said, somewhat embarrassed.

His comprehension is unparalleled throughout history, but that doesn't mean his practical skills are also unparalleled. This kind of craft, which requires patience and a feel for the hand, was something he had never done before.

He never expected that he would be so clumsy.

"I see." Nuwa smiled and didn't say anything more. "Then let's start with 'mastering clay shaping'."

She raised her hand and drew out a wisp of the power of the Great Dao of Time and Space, causing the flow of time in the entire sea of ​​consciousness to accelerate quietly—by a hundred times.

Then, she sat down opposite Qin Le and began to teach him how to mold clay, step by step, hand in hand.

"Oh dear, it's still so ugly... The two legs are different lengths." Nuwa couldn't help but chuckle and tease Qin Le's new creation.

"Let's try again! I'll definitely do it next time!" Qin Le's face flushed, but he refused to admit defeat.

"Okay, here you go."

Nuwa put away the ugly, somewhat abstract clay figure and gave it a new piece of clay.

This is Lele's embarrassing history... no, it's a mark of her growth!

I must keep this as a keepsake!

"..."

Qin Le had obviously guessed Nuwa's plan, but there was nothing he could do but watch helplessly as his dark history was taken away piece by piece.

Within this accelerating sea of ​​consciousness, the two repeatedly went through the process of kneading clay, shaping, adjusting, and starting over.

Nuwa patiently guided Qin Le, and Qin Le practiced diligently. Nuwa happily collected all the unsightly works.

After the more than three hundred clay pieces were completed, Qin Le's work finally began to faintly reveal a hint of its spirit.

Although it is still worlds apart from Nuwa's, at least... it has a bit of a human feel to it.

Nuwa nodded in satisfaction: "Not bad, not bad~ We can proceed to the next step now."

"What's next?" Qin Le asked curiously.

To be honest, he wasn't satisfied with this clay model that only had a trace of the spirit of Nuwa. But he also understood that reaching the level of Nuwa required a lot of practice and couldn't be rushed.

"The next step is much simpler." Nuwa picked up the clay figure she had sculpted, which was full of life. "Just infuse it with the Great Dao of Creation."

As she spoke, she lightly tapped her fingertip, and a wisp of profound creative power entered the clay figure. The clay figure instantly came to life, its movements nimble and natural, and it even winked at Qin Le.

"It is indeed quite simple." Qin Le looked at it, but there was a hint of helplessness in his voice: "But I don't have the Great Dao of Creation..."

He comprehended the Great Dao of Time and Space, the Great Dao of Creation... but he had absolutely no understanding of it.

"What's the big deal?" Nuwa said casually. "Why don't you just go and comprehend a fundamental principle of creation?"

Compared to sculpting a clay figure with spirit, comprehending the Great Dao is much simpler for Qin Le. Just now, when she infused the power of creation, Qin Le had already clearly seen the essence and flow of the Great Dao of Creation.

"Alright then," Qin Le said frankly, "Are we still going to that place?"

Sculpting clay figures is a skill that is somewhat difficult, but comprehending the great principles... he really doesn't find it difficult at all.

"Let's go, it'll save some time."

As Nuwa spoke, she led Qin Le's consciousness into that hazy and profound place of enlightenment.

It seems to exist yet not exist, encompassing all things, yet empty of everything.

As soon as Qin Le entered, he instantly became immersed in a state of enlightenment. Nuwa quietly stood guard by his side, waiting for him to comprehend the Great Dao of Creation.

After an unknown amount of time, a vigorous and vast aura of creation emerged from the void, rushing straight towards Qin Le. Nuwa raised her hand and gently pressed down, sealing and compressing it, transforming it into a new Dao seal, which hung in Qin Le's sea of ​​consciousness, standing alongside the Great Dao of Time and Space.

"Let's go back."

"it is good."

Qin Le withdrew from the enlightenment and his consciousness returned.

Nuwa smiled and pushed the clay figure, which possessed a hint of divine charm, in front of him: "Try it."

Qin Le nodded and, following the method passed down by Fuxi, drew upon a trace of the power of the Great Dao of Creation and injected it into the clay.

The clay figure came to life.

But unlike Nuwa's lively and natural clay figure, Qin Le's... movements were stiff, his limbs seemed to have their own thoughts, he even stumbled when walking, and his hands were waving wildly in the air.

Qin Le was completely stunned by what she saw—she couldn't understand how this could have happened.

He looked up, wanting to ask Nuwa for help, but saw that she had recorded the scene with a recording spell at some point, and was now smiling with her eyes crinkling, her perfect face full of happiness.

Qin Le suddenly felt that he might never be able to escape this fate in his life—with so much of his dark history in Nuwa's hands, he would probably be completely controlled by her from now on.

"Mother Nuwa, if you've had enough laughing... could you give me some pointers?" Qin Le asked helplessly.

"Here I am, here I am~"

Nuwa put away her image-capturing spell, her smile still lingering, and began to carefully explain how to precisely control the injection and guidance of the power of creation.

After listening, Qin Le seemed to be deep in thought, then suddenly asked:

"Mother Nuwa created humans from clay... wasn't it based on the same principle?"

Nuwa smiled: "Essentially the same. However, to create a true race, two crucial steps are still needed."

"Which two steps?"

Nuwa pointed to her clay figure, which was full of life and moved naturally.

"The third step is to condense the divine soul using the Great Dao of Life, thus 'awakening' it; the fourth step is to bind this race to the Heavenly Dao, obtaining 'Heavenly Dao Certification.' During this process, they must endure the 'Racial Tribulation' triggered by the newborn race..."

She paused, then said in a relaxed tone, "It's quite simple."

She spoke of it casually, as if she were just picking a flower at random.

In reality, apart from her few companions, even saints within the Three Realms wouldn't dare say it was easy to do all this.

To bear the calamity of one's entire clan is a tribulation that even saints must be extremely cautious about.

"I see." Qin Le nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

As a young man with little experience, he had no idea of ​​the terrifying weight behind the words "creating a race."

In his view, Nuwa was a saint, so it was perfectly normal for her to do these things.

"Alright." Nuwa ruffled his hair, her smile gentle. "These things are too far off for you. Right now, you should focus on sculpting the clay figure well."

She knew what Qin Le was thinking, but she didn't intend to say it out loud right now.

She was still waiting—waiting for the day when Qin Le truly understood what all this meant, and what interesting expression would appear on his face.

That must be... a lot of fun.